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🦠 Cutting the Fluff

"Write about someone and cut the fluff."  

I dedicate this essay to one of my cousins. The martyr Nicolas. (For practical reasons, I will not mention his real name.) 

    I compiled comments from his closest friends and previous conversations, and the outcome is shocking. Moreover, every person close to our family knows and confirms what I am about to say. Unbelievable. But where to start when several topics accommodate him? With the most distinctive trait of him; his current depressive-everything-happens-to-me personality and addressing it in parts.


      First, let us go back to the past.

    Born in the same village as I did. Nicolas grew up surrounded by comforts. Namely money and properties. He became the first son of three and one of the oldest grandchildren for the future forty-four-member family.

 

    According to Alexander, his childhood went "fun and without complications," one of his best friends. "All desires he wanted, he obtained them. Each new console, tech goodies, and science-fiction book was with him if you went to his room." A good life is not it? Nothing could go wrong.

What about his behavior? The expected for a high-class young man. 


      Second, let us move to puberty.

    To understand Nicolas's current style and character, it is worth mentioning he lost a close family member years ago. He was nineteen when the tragedy occurred—changing his adolescence from then on. What seemed a friendly guy disappeared.


    My aunt fought against aggressive lung cancer for years until she lost. Leaving him in a position of being at University in a career "he does not like," I will paraphrase it. "I do not like this career; however, I promised mom I would finish it." 



     Finally, let us move to the present.

    He and his brothers went to living my grandparents' house, but now he is the only person living there, not counting the owners. He completed University and stopped working, giving his mind enough time to think and produce anxiety. The way each conversation goes on nowadays is regrettable; their dining table has converted into the family's favorite complaining place. The way Nicolas develops illness is incredible. 


    In the last twelve discussions, I have had the past months, every person mentioned Nicolas to address a depressive subject or extreme example. "Because he fits in all 'do not be like him,' situations."


    "Cesar, I am worried Dina will end up like Nicolas, being a couch potato. Should I do something?" said Dina's father two days ago while enjoying one of our daily walks in the city. What could I respond to my Uncle's question? I acknowledged that Dina is intelligent and competent; nonetheless, she loves how his cousin mentioned above lives even though she sees the problems Nicolas suffers. 


    This case is particular because not even his younger brothers live the same way. They emanate different energy. They work, study, and are a great example of resilience.


    I know he does not like me; he has made it clear. However, since my aunt died, my brothers and I have committed to helping him. We will do whatever we can to bring him back to the positive side of life and enjoy the years ahead.   


Onward...

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